tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57843352333202758142011-10-29T14:37:08.909-07:00My poetry is the doorway to my soul...Jose Cossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05790933037799401909noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784335233320275814.post-55787554194312728402010-11-20T12:39:00.001-08:002010-11-20T12:41:47.530-08:00© 2010 José Cossa<br /><br />I was born in a land of rhythm<br />some blues, but mostly rhythm<br />Rhythm made me forget the blues<br /><br />The blues of political instability and economic turmoil<br />the blues of wondering why some children were orphaned<br />the blues of wondering why there were so many children in the streets<br /><br />Yes… <br />There were many children in the streets of the places I walked…<br />And by the way… when I say children, I mean people like you and I<br />People of all ages, all genders, all colors, all shapes, all abilities… PEOPLE<br /><br />Yes…<br />There were many children wandering and wandering and wandering…<br />They were wandering… they are wandering… they may continue to wander…<br /><br />They wander the streets of Syracuse, Chicago, Cape Town, QwaQwa, Mbabane, and Maputo…<br />For some, because it was cool to hang out in the streets<br />for many, because they were street children<br /><br />They wander the roads of Kamanzi and Worawora<br />for some, because these roads are filled with promises<br />For many, because these roads are filled with uncertainty<br /><br />It is when I looked in the eyes of these children<br />Children of the streets, masters and mistresses of their own destinies<br />the mysteriously dark and gloomy destinies that we, <br />In the comfort of our relying in the destinies drawn from our faith in Jesus, <br />Cannot fathom the seemingly aimless destination of our traveling companions... <br />Yes, the destinations of those who have no sense of reliance on the daily comforts of the material world<br />They are involuntarily wandering and yet… not always wondering because they have answers to questions I do not have answers to; they have questions to answers I have no questions to<br />They have walked in places I have never dared to walk<br />I have walked in places they have not been privileged to walk<br /><br />See...<br />In moments when such realizations emerge in the trepidations of my innermost being<br />Those moments inundated in fears, anxieties, unrests…<br />Moments when soul meets blues and my world becomes rhythmic… again<br />yes, rhythmic because I finally get it<br />I get it, I get it, I GET it!<br />No... Maybe… but only MAYBE I get it…<br /><br />In introspection I feel as though I finally grasp, even if ONLY in part<br />I grasp glimpses of my purpose and calling<br />The purpose and calling to live wrestling with such difficult and complex paradoxes<br />that I can be enlightened about the difference between…<br />Having and not having, <br />Giving and not giving, <br />Knowing and not knowing, <br />Feeling and not feeling, <br />Seeing and not seeing, <br />Hearing and not hearing, <br /><br />The difference between…<br />Being heard and not being heard, <br />Being seen and not being seen, <br />Being felt and not being felt, <br />Being known and not being known, <br />Being given and not being given<br /><br />It is in this moment when blues meets rhythm, <br />That my soulful Jesus-bound-love-driven mission is born<br />because I feel as though I know why I met you<br />I feel as though I know you, yes you<br />I know you because whether I like it or not our destinies are tied together<br />Yes, and guess what?! Where your blues meets your rhythm, you are soul and so am I<br />There you have it… you are soul, I am soul<br />There you have it… you and I are the same<br />You are me!<br /><br />Because you are me<br />It does not matter what streets you belong to<br />What knowledge you possess<br />What language you speak<br />What color you are<br />What continent you live in<br /><br />Because you are me<br />Our heart is here… experiencing the blues and the rhythm of Syracuse<br />Our heart is in the long travelled roads of Kamanzi and Worawora<br />Feeling the joy of nature nurturing our whole being, <br />Feeling the hardship of nature refusing our being<br />We are here and there, knowing that today we are strong and alive<br />We are here and there, not knowing if tomorrow we’ll survive<br /><br />It is in this moment when blues meets rhythm, <br />That I finally grasp the concept of this soulful Jesus-bound-love-driven mission<br />A mission that commissions me to love you<br />A mission that commissions me to first, but not only, love myself<br />Because unless I journey through loving myself, <br />There is no way I can love you, give to you, share with you, be with you …<br />How can I? You and I are soul<br />The embodiment of divine mission<br />The actors and the acted upon in this love-driven mission<br />Yes… yes… yes… we are called to love… to mission!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784335233320275814-5578755419431272840?l=mozambicanartist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jose Cossahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05790933037799401909noreply@blogger.com0